Chapter 163

Wang Ping'an casually took the book the rabbit demon handed over, flipped through it carefully, his eyes becoming increasingly clear; he saw that the varieties of spirit fruit tree saplings recorded inside were very complete.

Besides the textual description, there were illustrations, vividly lifelike.

Wang Ping'an wanted to ask whether, besides spirit fruit tree saplings, spirit fruit trees were also for sale, but he didn't speak those words.

Because he knew, spirit fruit trees were nothing less than gold nuggets.

The spirit fruit harvested each year was essentially a harvest of low-grade spirit stones; how could anyone possibly sell spirit fruit trees, and even if they did, the price would be extraordinarily high.

Each spirit fruit tree sapling cost ten low-grade spirit stones, while a spirit fruit tree might cost a hundred, a thousand, or even more low-grade spirit stones.

"I want all the spirit fruit trees; you pick the combination!"

Wang Ping'an wrote directly on the paper Daoist scriptures.

Paper, writing brush, and ink were all taken from his study in Chen Shimei's father's house; they were nothing precious, suitable for him to control the paper person for convenient communication with outsiders.

"Fellow Daoist, I understand; please trouble yourself to come inside!"

The rabbit demon responded with a sound, led Wang Ping'an into the shop, brought him to a small room, poured a cup of tea, obviously a room specially for receiving guests, and spoke again:

"Fellow Daoist, rest here for now; I'll go get the spirit fruit tree saplings you want right away!"

Wang Ping'an watched the rabbit demon's retreating back, his gaze falling on the teacup beside the table, his face full of odd feelings, he couldn't help but complain:

"I'm just a paper person; you're pouring tea for me—isn't that a joke?"

Afterwards.

With a thought, Wang Ping'an took out the jade slip that had suddenly blocked his path earlier and been forced upon him, looking at this ordinary jade slip in his hand, his face full of curiosity.

He very much wanted to know whether that old man just now was a living Lei Feng or had some other scheme.

Wang Ping'an directed his thoughts into the jade slip, and immediately a vast consciousness surged in his mind.

"Ding! After carefully studying the cultivation method Blood Vessel Scripture once, congratulations on obtaining the reward: cultivation technique: Blood Vessel Scripture 【Entry Level】!"

A mechanical, cold voice sounded in his mind; Wang Ping'an was startled and exclaimed in disbelief, "Really a cultivation method? Could it be that old man really is a living Lei Feng?"

The next moment.

Wang Ping'an severed the link with the paper person, returned to his main body, about to practice the newly obtained cultivation method Blood Vessel Scripture to see its effect, when he recalled that the Blood Vessel Scripture he had just obtained was only at the Entry Level.

"Ding! By consuming ten points of Merit, you upgrade the cultivation technique Blood Vessel Scripture, Entry Level → Proficiency!"

"Ding! By consuming one hundred points of Merit, you upgrade the cultivation technique Blood Vessel Scripture, Proficiency → Mastery!"

After Wang Ping'an called up the interface and upgraded the Blood Vessel Scripture from Proficiency to Mastery, he then began cultivation.

"Ding! After diligently cultivating the Blood Vessel Scripture, congratulations on obtaining the reward: Qi Blood +1!"

After a long while, Wang Ping'an completed a full round of the Blood Vessel Scripture, feeling the blood flow inside his body, just as he was about to carefully examine any bodily abnormalities, a mechanical, cold voice sounded again in his mind.

"I originally thought that only by cultivating the Blood Vessel Scripture—cough, cough—upgrading it to the highest level could one obtain the drop-of-blood rebirth effect; I never expected to also receive a system reward, and moreover, this is the first time a Qi Blood reward has appeared!"

Wang Ping'an exclaimed in surprise.

"Fellow Daoist, fellow Daoist, wake up!"

A faint sound rang in his ear; it was the paper person he controlled. Although the link had been broken earlier when he cultivated the Blood Vessel Scripture, it still retained some spirit, noticed someone calling, and quickly reconnected. He saw the rabbit demon that had just left return, holding a large bundle of spirit fruit tree saplings tied together.

"Fellow Daoist, you're awake!"

Seeing Wang Ping'an notice it, the rabbit demon also breathed a sigh of relief; although it didn't understand why a cultivator would need sleep, since cultivation could replace sleep, let alone Wang Ping'an controlling a paper person.

No longer need to rest!

The rabbit demon didn't want to dwell on this topic any further—who knew if there were secrets inside it that it shouldn't know—and it handed over the large bundle of spirit fruit saplings it was holding, saying:

"Fellow Daoist, these sixty-eight spirit fruit saplings are what I picked out for you; they include all the spirit fruit saplings our shop has—you can inspect them, and if you're not satisfied, just say so…"

"No, you can write it down; I'll go exchange them for you, until you're satisfied!"

Wang Ping'an glanced carefully and saw that the large bundle of spirit fruit saplings the rabbit demon held was wreathed in spiritual aura, its appearance identical to that described in the book he had just obtained.

However.

Being cautious, he immediately activated his Dharma Eye, which let him clearly see the vitality and immense energy contained within the spirit fruit saplings.

Something ordinary saplings do not possess!

Obviously the spirit fruit saplings are not fake!

"It seems my Dharma Eye is the best tool for appraising treasures!"

This novel you have arrived at

Wang Ping'an secretly felt pleased and said.

Having confirmed that what the rabbit demon brought were all spirit fruit saplings and the varieties were complete, Wang Ping'an didn't waste words; with a thought, bag after bag appeared, opened, and spilled at his feet—nothing but piece after piece of low-grade spirit stones.

He collected the excess low-grade spirit stones, leaving six hundred eighty low-grade spirit stones.

The rabbit demon's eyes lit up at the sight of Wang Ping'an's pile of low-grade spirit stones; for some reason, looking at Wang Ping'an controlling the Paper Person, it felt full of charm, though it didn't know whether he harbored any designs on it.

Unfortunately.

With Wang Ping'an showing no reaction, the rabbit demon could only suppress the restlessness in its heart.

"Fellow Daoist, take these sixty-eight spirit fruit saplings!"

The rabbit demon handed over the spirit fruit saplings it held, then hurriedly gathered the low-grade spirit stones piled on the ground.

Soon after.

The rabbit demon, holding a large bag of low-grade spirit stones, lifted its head and saw Wang Ping'an rising to leave; it hurriedly called out, "Fellow Daoist, wait a moment!"

While speaking, the rabbit demon held a bag in one hand and produced a jade slip in the other, about to speak, when it saw that Wang Ping'an had already written the words.

"No money!"

The rabbit demon looked at the words Wang Ping'an held up, smiled, and said, "Fellow Daoist, this is a technique that can speed up the growth of spirit fruit saplings—the Spring Rain Technique; it costs nothing, I can give it to you for free, but you must promise me one thing!"

"Speak!"

The rabbit demon watched Wang Ping'an switch to another sheet of paper, saw the words on it, and eagerly said:

"Fellow Daoist, you only need to promise me that when your spirit fruit ripens, you will sell it to me.

Of course, this isn't a demand; it's only if the price matches other shops. If another shop offers a higher price than mine, you may sell to them—I have no objection.

As long as you, fellow Daoist, agree to this request, I can freely give this Spring Rain Technique to you, fellow Daoist.

Having said that, the rabbit demon handed over the jade slip in his hand.

(End of chapter)